• poetry

    blinK/d

    from higher frequencies borderless vibrations, away from THE third observer, who never judges whose bacK is turn’d towards an artificial trompe l’oeil, a taciturn gate-keeper, who, dress’d in rags, perches amid the pair of foolishly wandered eyes, an unarmed watcher, guardian of a connection lost once it is bombarded with stupefacient stimuli until it is brimming w/an uproar of nothingness and defeat’d, replete, familiarly relax’d, comfort’d in routine, lethargic, sunK’n into a couch conformed to the pathetic blobby vessel, held up on the bony shoulders of devilish brethren, who cackle w/the live (?) studio audience as the flame of your i is blown out. blinK’d. follow n liKe bj draKe

  • poetry

    vapassana

    sit ; cross your legs , open your palms , close your eyes n be quiet . w / o hesitation , in whirl the conscious layers of daily thoughts , radio chatter n gossip that confuse the silence . the day’s blah-blah-blah . sport statistics , the weather , tv commercials . acKnowledge these distractions n let them go ; quicK taste of a silent mind . until silence is broken . more mundane confrontations / conversations of real / perceived images that attacK / validate your nine-to-five ego n question your self-worth . acKnowledge these distractions n let them go ; silence is lengthen/d as you go deeper…

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